"Shaved and Lubricated Hospice" is a cacophony of symphonic noise; an ecstatic palliative for the horrors of sentience.

A rapturous din resonates from the floorboards of your convalescent chamber. Female voices intone that the ailment will win; fetish and fantasy your only palliatives left. Remember who and what brought you to this, then play doctor, judge and jury as little girls sway to the dire invocations of Sluice Room.